Hey guys I'm back (runs away from angry readers) so sorry for the long wait. Life just became very difficult once summer came because of mostly family problems but now I'm back!! I hope to be finishing with this one rather soon; I still have about eight chapters or so but I'm really itching to write my werewolf story.

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Chapter 7 without honor or humanity

Beneath you

The throbbing beat of the music slowly dimmed to a slight ring in Glory's head. She was sitting on a couch in the VIP section of the club: her head in her hands and her mind spinning with dizziness. Her last drink sat in front of her stubbornly as if not wanting to be forgotten. She glanced at it warily as she leaned back into the couch. The dance floor was a blur of lights and bodies; she could barely make out her own hand in front of her. What is going on, she thought? She never got like this even when she was drunk.

A shrill laugh shot out beside her and Glory winced with pain as she glanced over. There was a young girl sitting on the couch with her, no older than 16 and giggling as a vampire whispered in her ear and slowly leaned closer to her neck. Glory knew what was going to happen; she had seen it so many times that she could predict the next move. He would lean in closer and then act like he was going to kiss her but then the kiss would turn to pain as he would pierce her flesh.

Glory tried to pull herself up from the couch to tell the vampire to get lost but her limbs were unwilling to cooperate. She could barely move anything now and felt her eyelids were slowly growing heavier.

"Hello, pretty," said a voice as she felt the weight of someone sit next to her. She managed to open her eyes for a brief second to see a sneering face of a vampire.

"Want another sip of your drink," he said then started laughing. Glory mentally rolled her eyes as she thought back to her drink that he had given her earlier. She had not been careful and had taken it willingly not noticing it had been slipped with something and now she was paying for it. Whatever it was it was fast and very strong; she could barely keep her eyes open and she felt the blackness pressing in on her mind. She didn't know how she was going to get out of this one but suddenly stopped caring when everything went black.

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Desmond felt the air go silent around him as he went through an intersection. It was like all the noise in New York City had gone silent for a split second then rushed back as if to make up for the loss of time. He didn't know what it was at first but then realized a part of his mind that was always ringing had stopped. He glanced around and spotted a club that he had locked onto when he was searching for Glory. She had been close but then it seemed that she'd been cut off from him. He knew she couldn't be dead, he had witnessed soul mate's being ripped from each other and this wasn't it.

Pulling the car over, Desmond quickly got out. The club had minimum security, two shape shifters stood outside deciding who got in. He noticed the long line of humans mixed in with a few lowly vampires standing in a huge line that wrapped around the building all waiting to get in. Bypassing the line, Desmond walked quickly to the door, one of the shape shifters raised a hand to stop him but then quickly stepped back when he realized who it was.

"Sir," he said as he quickly moved the velvet rope out of the way.

Desmond didn't even acknowledge him and quickly brushed passed him and into the club. Immediately his senses were bombarded with smells of all kind; Sweat, alcohol, blood all swept his nose making him turn in disgust. How humans could enjoy these places he would never know; He only owned them because of their huge profit they brought him.

Around him all he could see where bodies; humans, vampires and everything else mashed together to form the dance floor. He sneered as he walked by, he hated places like this. Along the walls were private rooms and long couches. Glory had to be here somewhere and was either using some type of herb to block her mind or something had happened. Desmond quickly started walking around the club, a few girls even came up to him, trying to see if he wanted to dance but he just pushed them out of the way. They stood there defeated but then quickly moved on to the next male that walked by. Desmond was sure that his annoyance showed, Glory had really struck a nerve tonight by leaving. He had ordered her to stay home, even when he threatened to kill her watcher and she had still left.

Turning around again, Desmond looked at the club; he was starting to get very frustrated. He knew she was here, he could feel her when he drove by and he was more than sure she hadn't left because he kept picking up her scent in certain parts of the club. Running a hand through his hair, he tried to feel her out but it was as if someone had turned off her mind. Then a yell reached his ears, not a loud yell just loud enough for his sensitive ears to pick up. He turned around and made his way to the noise that was now being muffled. A long white curtain blocked out one corner of the club to make a private room for VIP guest. Desmond quickly moved it away and entered the room. Vampires were feeding everywhere and all Desmond could smell was blood.

He spotted the girl that had made the yell but by now she was barely conscious because of the vampire feeding off her neck. He spotted a few already dead humans in one corner where the vampires had started to pile them up; bystanders would have just mistaken them as sleeping. He glanced around; his eyes going over all of the vampires, there had to be about a dozen of them in here. Then his heart stopped for a split second, in the corner he had seen a flash of reddish blonde hair. A girl was lying on the couch and a vampire at her neck, but the girl wasn't anybody, it was Glory.

Rage filled him before he knew it. His vision blurred to red as an almost primal anger seemed to take over his senses. All reserved behavior left him as he pulled the vampire off of Glory and threw him into the nearby wall. The other vampires in the room pulled away from their meal to see what the commotion was all about but wasn't prepared when Desmond focused his rage on them.

He couldn't feel anything anymore except the anger, he was blind and all he could see where blurs and the sound of screams. He started grabbing for other vampires now, his rage wasn't quenched yet and all he could see in his mind was that vampire feeding off Glory. Everyone around him was running now, even the vampires were running to get out of his path. The one that he had thrown into the wall was trying to get to his feet but Desmond wasn't going to let him go just yet. Grabbing him by his neck Desmond pulled him off the ground, he could feel his fangs on his bottom lip as he plunged them into the vampire's neck. He drank him dry; he drank until no more blood came out then threw his body on the ground like a doll. His chin was dripping with blood and down his crisp white shirt, wiping it off with the back of his sleeve Desmond turned back to the couches. Glory still laid there, blood was shining on her neck and she was still unconscious. His vision seemed to clear then, and his muscles relaxed; he had never lost control like that before, not even when he had been human.

Walking over to Glory he gently picked her up; hey eyes opened slightly and he paused as she looked at him. It seemed like a faint smile appeared on her face then disappeared as quickly as it came. Desmond paused at this but then was snapped out of it as he heard sirens coming from outside. Pushing his way through the crowd of clubbers he quickly made his way before anyone would recognize him. The last thing he needed was to have some vampire spot him leaving the club he had just destroyed with a girl in his arms.

People outside were crying and huddling together, no one believing what they had just witnessed; no one knew what they had witnessed. Desmond could already see some daybreaker cars pulling up; they would have their hands full tonight. The sirens were growing louder in the distance and Desmond could even see the lights flashing in the background. A crowd had gathered around the club, tourist trying to peek in to see what all the commotion was about. Pushing his way through, a few bystanders tried to ask if he was all right. Covered in blood and holding a limp girl he couldn't blame them. He spotted his car and made his way to the passenger seat where he gently placed Glory. She had stopped bleeding and her skin was already trying to heal itself but the blood still remained shining on her skin.

Jumping into the driver's seat he started the engine, in his rearview mirror he could see a hoard of daybreakers glaring at him, they knew what had happened but to afraid to say anything to him.

Slipping into traffic Desmond made his way back to his apartment, he could feel the blood drying on him now and he desperately needed a shower. He glanced at Glory out of the corner of his eyes; she would pay for running off.